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Monday, December 10, 2012

Janice Thompson has been a occasional guest on my blog for as long as I've had one, and I always love having her here. We go way back as friends who share a love of writing and a love of theater. It's always a special pleasure to share her with you, dear readers.

Welcome, Janice. Let’s do some
fun questions first. What song most closely resembles your life?

“If
I Were a Rich Man” from Fiddler on the
Roof. Okay, okay ... on a serious note, I’d probably have to go with
“Amazing Love, How Can it Be?” by Chris Tomlin. It really has become my
life-song, reminding me that God’s love supersedes every sin, every flaw. I’m
so crazy about this song that I’ve told my daughters to play it at my funeral.
Not that I’m planning on going anytime soon, mind you. Still, that should tell
you how much I love the song!

Do you have a
favorite Bible verse? And why is it a favorite?

Yes,
it’s Ephesians 3:20-21: “Now to him who is able
to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that
is at work within us,to him be glory in the church and in Christ
Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.” It’s amazing to
think that God can do FAR above what we ask or think. When I grab hold of that,
I realize that what I’m asking isn’t big enough ... grand enough. He’s a BIG God,
and my requests are never too much for Him to handle.

What is the
one thing you wish you could go back and change in your life?

I
wish I could go back to the point where I grew bitter against my father after
he divorced my mom. I wasted so many years that I wish I could make up. . .but
can’t. He passed away in 2006 and I miss him terribly. Thank goodness, our last
several years together were really good ones. I’ve learned that bitterness and
unforgiveness are highly overrated and get in the way of God’s best for us.

I so totally understand. For some reason, many of my books have threads about dealing with bitterness and unforgiveness. What is the
most important characteristic for a good friend to have?

I
think a sense of humor goes a long way. It keeps offenses from rising up. It
also helps when you’re going through a rough patch emotionally or physically. I
have a great BFF (Kay Malone). With just a look, she can send me from tears to
laughter. (Or vice-versa, actually, but the tears are usually a result of
laughing too hard.) There is no dollar amount you can place on a great sense of
humor. It’s a gift.

What
extracurricular activities did you participate in when you were in school?

Theater!
I was always involved in drama productions and in music/choir. In fact, I won
our school’s “Best Thespian” title during my senior year. (Try explaining THAT
to your kids. “You were your school’s best what,
Mom?”) From the time I was a little girl my mother called me a “Ham.”
Overly-dramatic was (and is) my style. These days I direct at a local Christian
theater, so the drama queen still resides within. She can usually be coaxed out
with an offer to direct.

What is your
favorite movie of all times?

I’m
nuts about The Sound of Music. Truly!
Was there ever a more romantic love scene than that gazebo scene? Lovely! When
I was sixteen I played the role of Brigetta in our school’s production of this
awesome show. Ironically, Brigetta is the one who can’t be bothered meeting the
new governess because she’s busy reading a book. Prophetic, perhaps? J

I love The Sound of Musictoo, but I've always been crazy about Gone With The Wind. Tell us about
why you wrote this book.

I
received a note from my agent, asking if I would be interested in writing a
book about the Titanic. I’d just come out of a theater rehearsal and was in a
pretty jovial mood. I wrote back, “Only if there’s a song and dance number
involved!” He (my agent) responded, “No, we’ll have to play this one straight.”
Now, most who know me know that I’m a comedic author. I don’t drown people.
Well, except for that one novel about the Galveston hurricane of 1900. I
drowned 6000 people in that book. Didn’t think I had it in me to do it again.
After getting my agent’s note I prayed about it, and (miracle of miracles!)
came up with a chapter that I really loved. He sent it off to several
publishers and I got the word at the ACFW conference that Summerside/Guideposts
wanted to purchase the story for their brand new American Tapestries line. What
a blessing!

I love that cover. It so fits the story. Please give us
the first page of the book.

Tuesday, March 26th,
1912, Gloucestershire County,
England

Tessa Bowen’s dingy gray skirt
tangled around her legs as she reached to grab hold of the feisty sow. “Easy
now, Countess.” She held on tight to the noisy porker’s ear, guiding her back
into the pen and then slamming the gate shut. With the back of her hand Tessa
brushed the loose hairs from around her face and scolded herself for not paying
closer attention to the rambunctious animal.

She glanced about, heaviness gripping her heart as
she noticed the upturned crate in the corner of the straw-lined shed. The naughty
Countess seemed determined to break free from her confines these days. Tessa
could certainly understand that. Empathize, even. Still, how would the piglets
ever get adequate nutrition if their mama continued to fuss her way out of the
farrowing crates? And how could Tessa’s family continue to raise pigs to their
proper slaughtering weight with the stalls in such a state of disarray? No
doubt this would infuriate Papa. He would have her head when he saw the mess.
Tessa’s knees ached, just thinking of the penance she would have to do.

She busied herself, tending to the piglets and
making sure none had been harmed in the old sow’s tirade. With the exception of
a bit of mud, they appeared to be in tolerable shape. Tessa reached for the
runt and held it as one might cradle a babe, listening to his tiny grunts and
squeals. His nearness brought her some degree of comfort, as always. Still, he
did not appear to be in a cuddling mood this morning, as was evidenced by the
squirming and kicking.

“I understand,” she whispered as she
ran her fingertip over the piglet’s head and down his back. “It’s not much of a
life, is it?”

No, indeed, it was not, whether one
lived in the stall or the broken-down house nearby. Tessa did her best not to
sigh aloud as she rose and placed the little porker back amongst the others in
the litter. He let out another grunt. She felt like doing the same.

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readers find you on the Internet?

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Hi Janice,Thank you for giving me a chance to win " Queen of The Waves " sounds like a great book, can't wait to read it. With Tessa after the porker and the piglet.God bless you and Merry Christmas.Norma Stanforth from Ohio